Текст песни Игорь Симановский - Костры любви

Fires of love

          Dedicated to the festival named after Valery Grushin

    bonfires LOVE

Twilight hid the children
At the time, withdrew backpacks,
The fires of love burning in the night
Do Enchanted River ...
On the surface of the warm firelight
With love stroking the trail of the moon ...
The duo merged until the morning
And the crackling fire and the sound of the strings ...

casual conversation
And the smell of cut grass,
Minor sentimental
Gone in wondrous worlds ...
His eyes sparkle with lights
From dancing violent fire.
In the morning embers are extinguished,
Bonfire went out and in a way it's time to ...

Stirring backpacks,
Subsided singing guitars,
And there is no camping at the river,
And the sun rose into the sky bowl ...
And we go its path -
Children of different ages,
With a young soul, an open,
Bringing warmth to the hearts of the fires ...

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